Musing.

i love. i try not to hate anyone even if they are to me the worst person i have ever met.

i love music. it is so calming. i love it how it always seems to be the worst songs that you can’t get out of your head.

i love my friends and family, and i love to make them laugh, smile and know that i love them.

i’m not very tall but i’m getting used to it, though banging my head on the cupboard door in my kitchen will never stop being painful.

i try to stop being such a mess but i guess everything accumulates.

i love dancing and singing, neither of which i do professionally.

i love feeling accepted or like someone loves me.

i forgive my parents for giving me the wog gene.

i hate being late for things.

i hate being impatient.

i love apples.

there's that sound again, it always comes out from my computer. i think it’s the fan.

i'm nowhere near perfect and i’m happy with that. perfection is overrated anyway.

i enjoy talking and walking with special people. you know those times when you’re with someone and you feel like you’re the only two people on the planet? i love those times.

i hate the word ‘moist’.

i love the feeling of exercise.

i can’t wait for friday.

i have an awesome family.

i have to book driving lessons otherwise my mum will nag me until i’m thirty.

i wear jackets and things with pockets and bandanas and jeans and earrings and vests and a smile.